lesser of a person because of your situation with your difficult child? I can't think of any other way to word it. I always expect difficult child to be the cause of the problem. I always assume the worst. I always expect there to be some sort of a half truth in the explanation. In turn, I'm embarassed. I want to fade into the woodwork. I want to smooth everything over. I want to stay under the radar. This is not who I was just 5 years ago. I just seem to have no fight left. I rarely enjoy anything anymore because I'm afraid he's going to throw a fit and embarass me, or go anywhere because we'll run into someone he's had a problem with. I'm even finding myself apologizing for him when he's done nothing wrong. Has anyone ever felt this way? How do you realign your thinking?